The album itself reached the coveted number one slot on both the U.S. Billboard 'Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums' chart and the 'Top Rap Albums' chart. It also received mostly positive critical reviews. The album consists of twenty tracks in total.
Like Father Like Son
Birdman & Lil' Wayne Lyrics
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Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like son, nigga
There ain't no love like a father
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
There ain't no love
Like father like son, nigga
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
Yeah, I'm filthy rich with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em
The block is hot, but we still here gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every time we hit these streets
'Cause these niggas act a fool and we be quick to put it on 'em
Them tear drops, homie, we so not
The nigga to fuck with 'cause we will pop
.40 cal keep it cocked, nigga, ready to block
Keep the gun, the extra clip, homie, that's how we rock
And like father like son, daddy, we don't borrow
We stay on the grind, homie, 'cause we grind harder
And fuckin' with me, homie, you won't like
You'll be the next T-shirt, we in your hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we've allowed the pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him they shady
But he was tellin' me 'bout them pussy niggas back in the 80's, baby
There ain't no love
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like son, nigga
There ain't no love like a father
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
There ain't no love
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like son, nigga
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven
He was my teacher, so I was like fuck the lesson
He was my preacher, so I was like fuck the reverend
My mother Cita, she said that I was with the devil
My mother Cita, now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
And I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna
Yeah, I'm out here, homie, pitchin' the game
And yes, I do the whole thing, nigga, give me my change
Yes, we do them old things out that brand new Range
Lil' nigga like his father, homie doing his thing
We keep the gun for the paper, homie, aimed and cocked
Every nigga I'm my circle, homie, ready to pop
We be ridin' drops tops, that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, nigga
There ain't no love
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like (alright)
Like father like son, nigga (money on my mind)
There ain't no love like a father
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like (look)
Like father like (I, I, I, I hear you niggas whisperin')
Like father like son, nigga (I say whisper 'cause you niggas ain't hollerin' 'bout shit)
There ain't no love
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like (po', pussy ass niggas)
Like father like son, nigga
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
Look
Birdman Jr., fuck the world, pops
And we gon' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and laced like girl's socks
Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty
You know, I do believe the moneys cursed me
So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me, uh
Lil' Wizzle but you could just call me first place
And poppa taught me paper chase, never skirt chase
I'll put you niggas in the closet, in the shirt space
You niggas is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case scenario, burial
Two tone Carrera like Mascara, uh
A G4 take your boy wherever
Like father, like son the era, nigga
There ain't no love
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like son, nigga
There ain't no love like a father
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
There ain't no love
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like son, nigga
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like
Like father like
Like father like son, nigga
The lyrics of Birdman & Lil' Wayne's song Like Father Like Son are centered around the idea of the father-son relationship, specifically the love between them. The song reflects on the experiences of a father-son duo who are involved in the streets, hustling and grinding to make money. The opening lines "There ain't no love, like the love of a daddy, father like son" establish the idea that the love between father and son is unmatched and unique. Despite the tough exterior and involvement in illegal activities, the duo is shown to have a respect for the importance of family and tradition.
As the song progresses, Lil Wayne reminisces about the lessons he learned from his father from a young age. With lines like "Birdman put me on when I was just eleven, he was my teacher so I was like f*** the lesson," it is evident that Lil Wayne's father played a significant role in shaping his worldview and values. The song also highlights the dangers of the streets, with lyrics like, "And I'll be the next T-shirt, we ya hood all night," showing the harsh reality of the dangers involved in street life.
Overall, the song portrays a message of resilience, the strength of the father-son bond, and the importance of maintaining family values in the face of adversity.
Line by Line Meaning
There ain't no love
There's no love like the love of a father
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
It's like the saying 'like father, like son'
Father, father, father like son
Father and son are very similar
Yeah, I'll filthy rich wit quarter keys in the kitchen on 'em
I'm very wealthy and have a lot of drugs in my possession
The block is hot, but we still out here gettin' it on 'em
The police are watching, but we're still selling drugs
And keep a tool every time we hit these streets
We carry weapons when we're out in public
'Cause these n***** act a fool and we'll be quick to put it on 'em
If someone tries to mess with us, we'll use our weapons
Them tear drops homey we so not
We haven't shed any tears
The n**** the f*** wit 'cause we will pop
Don't mess with us because we're dangerous
Forty cal keep it cocked n*** ready to block
We have a loaded .40 caliber gun ready to defend ourselves
Keep the gun, the extra clip homey that's how we rock
We carry an extra clip for our gun
And like father like son daddy we don't borrow
Just like my father, I don't borrow money
We stay on the grind homey 'cause we grind harder
We work hard to make money
And f***** wit me homey you won't like
You don't want to mess with me
You'll be the next T-shirt, we ya hood all night
You'll end up dead and people will be mourning you in your neighborhood
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We're selling drugs and using guns
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
We sell drugs in different states and charge high prices
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave
My friend Rufus came home from prison and I told him to shave his beard
But he was tellin' me 'bout these p**** n***** back in the 80's, baby
He was telling me stories about people he met in prison in the 80s
Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven
Birdman helped me get started in the music industry when I was only eleven years old
He was my teacher so I was like f*** the lesson
He taught me about the music industry, but I wasn't interested in the lessons
He was my preacher so I was like f*** the reverend
He was like a preacher to me, but I wasn't interested in religion
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother thought that my involvement in the music industry was a bad influence
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from Heaven
My mother now thinks that Birdman was heaven-sent
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I listen carefully to everything that Birdman tells me
And I remember what my poppa told me
I remember the advice that my father gave me
Remember what my poppa told me, young stunna
I always remember the advice that my father gave me, even now that I'm successful
Yeah, I'm out here homey pitchin' the game
I'm making money by selling drugs
And yes I do the whole thang, n*** give me my change
I sell drugs from start to finish and demand my payment
Yes, we do them old thangs out the brand new range
We still do the same illegal activities, but with a new car
Lil' n*** like his father homey doing his thang
I'm like my father and doing my own thing
We keep the gun for paper, homey aimed and cocked
We carry a gun to protect our money and it's always ready to use
Every n**** I'm my circle homey ready to pop
Everyone in my group is ready to use their gun if necessary
We be ridin' drops tops that's just how we rock
We drive with the top down to show off
And I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, ***
I drive around in my luxury car in my neighborhood
Look, Birdman Jr. *** the world pops
I'm like Birdman Jr. and people respect me
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
We'll keep going and making money no matter what happens
Stay strapped and laced like girls socks
We always have our guns and jewelry with us
Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake
We dress stylishly and have a lot of jewelry like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
In the past, birthdays were unhappy times for us
Now we sippin' on wooey when we thirsty
Now we drink lean when we're thirsty
Ya know, I do believe the money's cursed me
I think that having too much money has had a negative impact on me
So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me, huh
I hope that I won't be killed
Lil' Wizzle but you b****** call me first place
My nickname is Lil' Wizzle and people think I'm the best
And poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
My father taught me to focus on making money, not chasing girls
I put you n***** in the closet, in the shirt space
I'll take care of you and put you in your place
You n***** is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
You're scared, just like Bert's face on Sesame Street
Worst case senario, burial
The worst outcome is that you'll end up dead and buried
Two tone Carera like mascara, uh
My Porsche is two-toned like mascara
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
I can travel anywhere on my private jet
Like father, like son the era, n****
My father and I are from the same time period and have similar experiences
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan Jones
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